Domingo Temprano - Los Rebujitos

Tú que buscas la salida

Si es por ti esconderías

Tus pasos para no encontrarnos más

Tú que buscas la salida

Si es por ti esconderías

Tus pasos para no encontrarnos más

No sé si vas negando lo que sientes

O te haces la valiente

Y si te vi girándote al pasar ya ves

Vas maldiciendo en el camino

Ese que te lleva perjurando

Que no hay más

Te obligas, te atas en tu mente

Anda deja jugar la suerte ya

Que mas da

Domingo temprano

Me paso, te busco en tu casa

Y tú que no me habres

Decides no hablarme

La tarde ha caído

Y sigo sentado en el muro

Detrás de tu calle

Contemplando el parque

Ve y enciérrate a olvidarme

Ya sabes esa parte

Por qué te empeñas en desconectar los cuerpos

Cuando los polos se atraen

No hay camino si andante

Versos sin rima

El cerca sin la lejanía

Qué es del cielo sin estrellas

De la duna sin arena

Pájaros que van

Y qué es del mar sin la marea

Del reloj sin una espera

Hoy me abrirás

Domingo temprano me paso

Te busco en tu casa

Y tú que no me abres

Decides hablarme

La tarde ha caído

Y ahora es más bonita contigo

Antes de marcharte

Déjame contemplarte

You who are looking for the exit

If it is for you, you would hide

Your steps to not meet again

You who are looking for the exit

If it is for you, you would hide

Your steps to not meet again

I don't know if you're denying what you feel

Or you play brave

And if I saw you turning as you passed, you see

You go cursing on the way

The one that takes you perjuring

that there is no more

You force yourself, you tie yourself in your mind

Come on, let your luck play now

What difference does it make

early sunday

I'll come by, I'll look for you at your house

And you who don't talk to me

You decide not to talk to me

The evening has fallen

And I'm still sitting on the wall

behind your street

contemplating the park

Go and lock yourself up to forget me

you know that part

Why do you insist on disconnecting the bodies

When the poles attract

There is no path if walking

verses without rhyme

The near without the distance

What is the sky without stars

Of the dune without sand

birds that go

And what is the sea without the tide

Of the clock without a wait

today you will open me

Early Sunday it happened to me

I look for you at your house

And you who do not open me

you decide to talk to me

The evening has fallen

And now it's prettier with you

before you leave

let me contemplate you